To celebrate this latest rock star release by author J.T. Geissinger (he thinks she’s a goody two-shoes and she thinks he’s all around bad news), she has sent us a sexy excerpt AND!! She’s having a giveaway right here on the blog. A KINDLE. FIRE. HD!!!!

Narda: Just wondering if you have read or listened to Sweet as Sin by JT Geissinger. I found it a great listen, I don’t read much mainly listen on audio cause I do a bit of driving.

And this book features the dreamy drummer!

Ready for the excerpt?

“Invite me into your bedroom, Chloe.”

Trying not to faint becomes my top priority. “I . . . um . . .”

He takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Invite me in.”

God, he’s hot. Smoking, crackling hot, and also incredibly intimidating. I can’t tell what expression he’s wearing. It fluctuates somewhere between murder spree and kid on Christmas morning. When I lick my lips again, he watches the motion of my mouth and tongue with an almost predatory look, his eyes flashing in the shadows.

I whisper, “Come in.”

His lids briefly close, then his eyes go right back to roasting me alive. Satisfied, he nods, brushes past me, and goes directly to my bed, where he stands looking down at the rumpled sheets. In one swift motion, he pulls the hoodie off over his head, and drops it to the floor.

He’s not wearing a shirt underneath.

Now I’m gaping at his ripped, tattooed, naked upper body. Someone turned on the heat, because it flashes over me like I just stepped out of an air-conditioned room into a tropical rainforest. He looks over at me.

“Get in bed.”

Normally I’m not one to take commands from men. Or from anyone else, for that matter. But A.J.’s voice weaves a wicked spell over me, one I feel helpless to resist. Oddly, irrationally, I trust him. So that takes care of my brain. As for my ovaries, they’re partying like it’s 1999. Parts of me I didn’t even know I had are clenching, aching, nervously twitching in anticipation.

I climb into bed, sit against the headboard with my knees drawn up, and pull the sheets up to my chin. Wide-eyed and breathless, I stare at him. My mind goes a million miles per hour. Starlight and lightning bolts fly through my veins.

Shucking off his boots, he holds my gaze. Without removing his jeans, he slowly peels back the sheets. He slides in bed next to me, and, with one arm wrapped around my waist, pulls me from my sitting position until I’m lying flat on my back next to him. He whispers, “Roll on your right side.”

I do. He slides an arm beneath my head, tightens the other one around my body, pulls his knees up behind mine, puts his face into my hair, and inhales. A delicate shudder runs through his chest.

We’re spooning. Holy Jesus, A.J. is spooning me.

I can’t breathe. I’m having some kind of cardiac event.

“Take a breath,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. My lungs obey him. After a minute or two I can feel my toes again.

I’m too wired to say anything. My thoughts are too scattered. All I can do is lie in my bed with his arms around me, and feel.

And lord, do I.

I’m aware of everything, from the way the material of his jeans feels against the backs of my bare legs, to the way his warm breath stirs the hair on the nape of my neck. I feel my pulse in my throat. I feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling against my shoulder blades, the heat and solidity of his body, flush against mine.

I feel his erection, straining against his zipper, digging hard into my bottom.

But he makes no move to do anything other than lie with me, and breathe me in. After a while, I get past the sheer shock of the situation, and begin to relax.

His lips moving against my skin, A.J. says, “Good.”

I want to ask questions. I want to grill him about why he’s here, what he wants from me, and what the hell happened between us at his home, but I don’t. I understand instinctively that we’re on his timetable. This is his game, and, if I want it to go further, I have to play by his rules.

READY FOR THE GIVEAWAY?

How to enter for a chance to win the Kindle Fire HD?Just leave a comment here (and even better, let us know who your rock-star or pop star or country star, crush is…) and by 10pm EST, Sunday January 31st 2016, I will randomly select one winner. The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. The Kindle will be sent to the winner directly by the author.

Giveaway open to US & Canada & UK, but all are welcome to comment!

About MAKE ME SIN

Chloe Carmichael’s life feels pretty sweet—she’s both maid of honor and florist for her best friend’s A-list wedding, things are getting serious with her boyfriend, and her flower shop is about to get a spread in a national magazine. But it all quickly turns sour whenever the best man, Bad Habit drummer A.J. Edwards, shows his face…his handsome, unforgettable face. A.J. is everything Chloe doesn’t want: tattooed, selfish, and all-around bad news. So why can’t she stop thinking about him?

Goody two-shoes Chloe isn’t exactly A.J.’s type, either, but the chemistry between them is undeniable. A.J. will be the first to say he isn’t a saint, but there’s something he’s not saying—something that would devastate Chloe. The only way he can protect her is to push her away, but the drummer finds he needs her now more than ever. When a wedding-day confrontation reveals secrets they’re both hiding, will Chloe and A.J. ever find their rhythm again?

Real rock stars, I’ve gotta go with Adam Levine… because, humina, humina, the things that man does for a black t shirt and a pair of ripped jeans on stage at a concert should come with a surgeon general’s warning.

That is a great question, I loved all the 80′s band with the long hair, the one that stands out for me was Bon Jovi, my first concert was them, he was so hot with his long hair in the 80′s. Thanks for the chance to win a new kindle.

So can’t wait to read – yep just one clicked! Love me some rock star, mega alpha dudes! Everyone loves their singers, guitar players, but it’s the drummers who catch my eye. Mysterious, silent, little smirking behind the scenes quiet one’s in the back banging the he!! Out of those drums, preferably shirtless

Loved the excerpt!!! Right now I can’t get enough Andy Grammer! His music is so optimistic it fixes my mood everytime. He openly declares his love for his dog, his mom , and his wife, and he is so stinking hot!

I found these books over the weekend and loved them so much! I then found the Night Prowler series and read all of those. I really look forward to any other books you release!! My rock star crush would have to be G-Eazy. He’s more of a hip hop guy but his voice is yummy.

Hmm, I guess Jonny Hawkins of Nothing More or Brian Fallon (Gaslight Anthem). But I’m swayed by their music so I’d also throw in Mike Kerr of Royal Blood since that is my fave band, and Alex Turner for his swagger and voice alone. Lol

Adam Levine definitely but then nico and aj for my book rock stars I just did not want the books to end I found the books funny heart warming and erotic all at the same time I hope there will be a book 3

just finished, “make me sin” & i loved it!!! i wasn’t aware it was gonna end like that…when’s the next book release date?
my fave book rock star is definitely nico…irl, i can’t really think of anyone, but i like maroon 5, so i’ll go with adam…

I would love to have a Kindle Fire HD and if I were not o disability, I would already have a Kindle. My ex-girlfriend – ex roommate decided when she moved out, the Kindle, among various other items to include towels – wash cloths and the food from the pantry, BELONGING TO ME decided to go along with her. Granted, it was not a Kindle Fire HD but it was a Kindle and I truly loved it. Without spending monies I do not have to take her to court – and then no guaranty that I would ever get my Kindle back or reimbursed for it, I would be wasting monies that are much needed for other necessities in life – and I do consider a Kindle Fire a necessity in life. Unfortunately, it is towards the bottom of my ten most needed necessities in life per month. Food, rent, gas, house and vehicle insurance, medical insurance premiums, medications for 2012 diagnosed cancer (stage 3B), personals (toilet tissue, soap, hair shampoo, etc.) Kindle, and, lastly, maybe a lunch per month at Arby’s or Burger King. Yes, I would truly love to have this Kindle Fire HD – without doubt and, no, I no longer will entertain the possibility of having a roommate NONE – NO – NOT A POSSIBILITY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONDISERATION.

ThAnKs for this posting. Now I have my weekend reading covered. My rock star crush has been Dean Castronovo,drummer for Journey, for many years. Over the past few years he’s got himself in enough trouble that I’d love to throw him under the bus, but I have faith that he’s finding help and getting himself straight. ThAnK for the contest and good luck to all.

Sting is my rock star crush! Has been since I was in high school. There’s just something about a bass player! I am almost finished with Make Me Sin and ready for the next one! AJ is pretty hot and a hot Russian always makes me swoon!

My favorite singer-songwriter is Rickie Lee Jones, her melodies and lyric poetry have always reached in and yanked my heartstrings, from the time I first heard her on the flying bridge of a warship in 1975, her voice emanating from a portable 8track player as freezing salt spray reached up and punctuated the verses.
When I first saw her face on an album cover I felt like I knew it already, and I was striken.
Over the years, her music has always “gotten to me”, like we were on a special wavelength.
Her talent seemed to me to be unmatched, but maybe an emotional fixation enhances one’s appreciation, the way a drunk sees a tired and unhealthy prostitute with a broken heel as Audrey Hepburn.
But Rickies talent is real.
Saw her once in small venue called the Carefree theatre in West Palm Beach. Mesmerizing performance. How I wanted to meet her.
Had a chance…after the show I foung myself standing next to her tour RV as it idled, engines growling a warning to stay away, she doesn’t want her space violated. Just a knock on the metal door, her driver or manager or bandmate would open the door, look down at me, and tell me she’s relaxing and not taking visitors or giving autographs. Maybe she’d speak from the interior, tell him “it’s OK, show in.”
But I couldn’t summon the courage. I just stood there for a while, looking at the enigmatic blacked out windows, I’m just a boring ex-sailor, nothing interesting to say, not very important, no marks in the world.
Saved some shipmates when my ship was run over by an aircraft carrier.
Help save the ship. That was a mark.
But I never made a timeless, beautiful song, that made thousands of people happy.
We grow old together, never having met.

Just posted 5 stars on Amazon for Make Me Sin. Loved it. Read it twice and plan to read it again. Can’t wait for the next one. I had tons of rock star crushes back in the day, but Paul McCartney was my first.

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